Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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